All language subtitles for Foyles_War.S02E04.The_Funk_Hole

Matthew.

How many more?
We've got enough.

There's more room in the van.
We've plenty. Let's get out of here.

Are you scared?
Too bloody right.

He's right, Len. We can come back.
One more load.

Halt! Who goes there?
Hell.

Move it!

Stop! Don't move. We're armed.

Come on!

Stay where you are!

Dan!

Len!

Matthew!

Oi, move.
He's been hit.

Shut up!

I think you hit him.

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It's madness.

It's madness.

Nobody cares about us.

400 killed last night.

400 in the flames

and the fire.

Did you hear any ack-ack?

No, there wasn't any.

They don't care.

They're not down here, are they?

Churchill and the rest of 'em.

It's their war
but we have to put up with it

night after night after night.

Come on, love.

It's not that bad.

We're not going to win this war.

They pushed us out of Norway
and France, now they're in Romania.

Nobody can stop them.

If we don't have a negotiated peace,

we'll be crushed,
we'll be destroyed.

Oh, shut up!

What do you know about it, anyway?

I DO know.

I'm with the police,

I know what's happening.
You'll get in trouble saying that.

It's talking sedition.
He doesn't mean it.

The Jerries have won,
we might as well pack up.

That won't help anyone.

I'm telling you.
They don't want you to know

but we've already lost.

Have you found it yet?

No.

It must be in here.
Sam?

This what you're looking for?
Oh, where was it?

In the kitchen, in a biscuit tin.

Of course.

Thanks.

Been here long?

A few minutes, sir.

It was the car. It was immobilised.

You mean you immobilised it?

Well...yes.

Following regulations.

I left in a hurry last night and I
forgot where I hid the distributor cap.

At least you got here.

Bad luck about the train, sir.
At least while they're

bombing the railways
they're sparing the houses.

So how was London?

Well,
a quarter of a million homeless,

civil administration
almost nonexistent,

no builders,
no materials for repairs,

rest centres are overcrowded,
not enough mobile canteens

and in the shelters
there's up to 300 people

using as little as two latrines.

What about voluntary services?
They do a great job

but if you've got 500 tons
of bombs being dropped per night

there's only so much they can do.
There's too many dying.

Do you think it's going to get
as bad as that down here, sir?

God forbid.

It's all right, Matthew.

Where's Len?

I don't know. He said he'd be here.

I want a doctor.

And he'll get you a doctor.

How is it?

I can't feel anything.

That's good. It's good, isn't it?

You don't want to feel any pain.
Do you want something to eat?

We've got er, tinned salmon,

tinned peaches, chocolate.

You wouldn't believe
half the stuff we've got in here.

There's 50 quid's worth of sugar.

Len said we'd get 100 quid for it,
200 even.

It's like Ali Baba's cave.

I want a doctor.
He's going to get you a doctor.

'Ey, look at me.

You're going to be fine.

OK?

Hello, sir.

Miller.
Good to have you back.

Thank you. Busy?
Not a lot going on, sir.

Bomb fell on a cemetery in Upperton.

Nobody killed but a few dead bodies.

Old ones are always the best, eh?

There was a break-in at a food depot
just outside Hailsham yesterday.

A Home Guard
opened fire on three men in a van.

He may have hit one of them.

Who are they?

Bird-watchers. Came over
from Bristol looking for rare birds.

Twitchers - why were they
arresting them?

They were selling them as meat.
Business as usual, then.

There is something else.

There's a Kate Farley here,
says her son is missing.

It's not like him.

Not to stop out all night.

I mean, he'd let me know

and when he didn't come home
this morning...I...

When did he go out?

I couldn't say.
I'm at the factory all hours,

I don't get home till after 10.

Listen, your son's been missing
less than 24 hours,

why are you worried about him
so soon?

He's been keeping
the wrong kind of company.

He's got this friend.

The two of them
are thick as thieves.

Now Daniel's a bit of no-good.

I knew something bad would happen,
I told Matthew.

Daniel...?
Parker.

They do odd jobs
at Brookfield Court.

Have you heard of it?

Remind me.

Everyone in the village
knows about Brookfield Court.

It's a big place and they've turned
it into a sort of guesthouse.

Guests is one word for it.

What's another?

It's not for me to say but...

I wish my boy had never set foot
in that place.

Are you going to look into this?
I'll start with Brookfield Court.

I should. Let me know.
Sir.

Argh!

I'm too old for this.
Nonsense. Not at all. No.

You were unlucky.

What's the score?
30-40.

Right.

Your serve.

Yep, come on.

Charlie. Come here.

Come to heel.

Oh, go away. Go on, go away.

Ugh!

Have I told you I loathe dogs?
Yes, Miss Reece. Many times.

An animal in creation for which there
appears to be no apparent reason.

If I'd known Mrs Powell took dogs,

I'd have thought twice
before coming.

I wish you had, Miss Reece.

I hope you're not going to
leave me by the car.

Mr Foyle always does.

Quite a place.
How the other half live!

You wouldn't think there's a war on.

Excuse me, sir.
Shh.

Who are you?
The name's Milner.

I'm a detective sergeant
with Hastings Police.

Police? Why? What do you want?

I'm looking for the owner.
Mrs Powell, through there.

Thank you.

Hello.

Writing?

Yes, that's what it would look like,
wouldn't it? I'm trying to.

Oh.

Sorry. Are you a novelist?

I'm a journalist.
I write articles for magazines.

I wouldn't have thought there was
much to write about here.

Well, you'd be wrong.

I haven't seen Matthew Farley
for a couple of days, Mr Milner.

Or Daniel Parker.

They're very close so if you find
one, you'll probably find the other.

They both work here?

Occasionally.
Parker works in the kitchen.

Odd jobs, that sort of thing.

Matthew helps out in the garden.

You have two gardeners?

It's a big garden.

Matthew lives with his mother
in Hastings.

If you want to talk to Parker,

I suggest you try the village.

He has a room above a shop.

Oh, will you excuse me?
It's my husband.

Who is it?
It's a police officer, Malcolm.

He's with me now.

Detective Sergeant Milner, sir.
What do you want?

We're looking for a young man,
Matthew Farley.

He's been reported missing.
Dan Parker's friend.

Parker is a good-for-nothing.

His friend is a layabout.

We don't have
a great deal of choice.

Getting help of any sort
isn't easy these days.

How many guests are staying here?

We have six.

Mr and Mrs Joseph,
Mr and Mrs Hardiman.

Amanda Reece, she's a writer,

and Mr Vaudrey
is our most recent arrival.

And are they staying long?

All our guests are...here
for the duration.

Would you let me know if Matthew
or his friend come back?

They're louts. That's the generation
we fought for - waste of time.

I don't know why we bothered.

My husband lost his sight
in the War.

It was a mustard gas attack
at Ypres.

I'm sorry.

It was the war to end all wars,
that's what we thought and...

now here we are again.

Hello.

Do you work here?

Yes, that's right.

Weeding.

That's what it looks like.

Who are you?
Sam Stewart. I'm with the police.

What are you doing here?
We're looking for someone.

He's gone missing.

Gone missing from where?
Home, I suppose.

Name of Matthew Farley,
do you know him?

Never heard of him.

Well, that's funny,
because he works here too.

Well, I keep myself to myself.

I prefer it that way.

Pentstemon.
What?

The plant you've just dug up
is a pentstemon.

It's a flower not a weed.

My father does a lot of gardening.
He's a vicar.

Bully for him.

I heard an interesting rumour
that you're a police officer.

Who told you that, sir?
You can't sneeze here

without somebody noticing.

I saw you playing tennis just now.

Oh, yes, yes. With Max Joseph.

Well, he's a Jew but not a bad sort.

Are you er... Are you here
for any reason in particular?

Yes. I'm looking for Matthew Farley.

Oh.

The odd-job boy.

Yes, I haven't seen him recently.

Erm, but listen,

if you've got a moment or two

you might want to check out
Frank Vaudrey.

Have you got that? R-E-Y.

Came down from London recently.

Check him out for what, sir?

Don't ask me to do your job for you,
old boy.

I'm only trying to help.

Friendly sort, aren't they

Just get me out of here,
would you, Sam?

With pleasure.

Well, how was tennis?

Three sets to none.

You really should let him win
now and then.

It goes against the grain.

I've been speaking to the police.
Yes, I heard they were here.

I told them to check up
on our friend Vaudrey.

Did you?
Mmm.

Interesting to see
what they come up with.

I'm not sure that was a good idea.

What, a fiver out of your purse?
Those cufflinks were Cartier.

You don't know it was him.
He doesn't fit in here.

Besides, it only started
after he arrived.

You're such a snob.
What, and you aren't?

What do you think?
It's a funk hole, sir.

I'd agree with you.
What's a funk hole?

It's a hiding place for people with more money
than conscience who buy their way out of the war.

There are hotels like Brookfield
Court all over the country.

Some took reservations on the day
that the Germans invaded Poland.

Brookfield Court is advertised
in the local press.

Brookfield Court.

A haven for the sensitive
and artistic

seeking comfort
in a secluded location.

Out of harm's way.
Cowards.

They can't do that, can they?

Nobody to stop them.

Did you find anything?
No sign of Farley or Parker, sir.

A guest suggested I look into a man
called Frank Vaudrey

who's also staying there.

Did he say why?
No.

I've sent a routine enquiry
up to Scotland Yard.

You should ask about the gardener
too.

Why's that?

Well, he knew nothing about
gardening, I can tell you that.

Matthew Farley may well have turned
up. Get on to his mother again.

Yes, sir.
Yes.

Where is he?

I'll be there right away.

Sam.

How bad is it, sir?

They didn't say.

At least he's still in one piece.

They didn't say that either.

Andrew.

Dad.

Are you all right?

Not too bad.

Shouldn't you be in bed?

I couldn't stand being cooped up.

Have you seen the quack?
No, I saw one of the nurses.

How bad is it?

Well, I've hurt my arm and...

..a few cuts and bruises but...

I'll live.

What happened?

This fog...

A couple of hundred feet of it.

I couldn't see the ground.

I thought you'd been shot down.
No.

I couldn't find the aerodrome
so I tried to find a field.

But they all had poles stuck in
or ditches, you know, anti-invasion.

In the end I ran out of fuel
so I had to come down in the drink.

The plane flipped over and...

this happened.

In a way I was lucky.

I thought I'd bought it.

What happens now then?

I get a week's crash leave.
So it looks like I can come home.

Thank you
for agreeing to see me, sir.

You're talking about Christopher
Foyle, for heaven's sake.

Yes, sir.

Are you sure there's no mistake?
That was my first assumption, sir.

That's why I double-checked
everything before I came to you.

Have you spoken to anyone else?
No, sir.

Quite right.

Foyle's a first-class detective who's
running the entire South Coast.

If there's any truth in it,
it would be catastrophic.

Are you saying...

Are you saying you want me
to bury the investigation, sir?

No, no we can't do that.
But was he in London?

He came up for a conference.

Directorate of Emergency Works.

Oh, yeah, I was there.

I didn't meet him.
No, he stayed near St Paul's, sir.

Less than a mile
from where the incident took place.

This was a public shelter.
We have witness statements.

They all gave accurate descriptions.

One of them even confirmed his name.

Madness. I don't believe this.
I don't believe any of it.

Sir, if I may...

Go on.

I don't think this is as serious
as it seems.

War does different things
to different people.

It's impossible to know
how anyone will react.

DCS Foyle, he's a good man

but he's had no experience of what the Germans
have been throwing at us in the capital.

I'd have said it's understandable if he'd been
caught up in his first major raid and panicked.

Panicked? That's not what
we're talking about, you know that.

But, sir -
This is sedition.

Spreading alarm and despondency
is a breach of defence regulations.

Only last week a GPO telephone
operator was fined £25

for spreading a rumour that German
parachutists had landed in Kent.

This is worse. Much, much worse.

What do you want me to do, sir?

I want him suspended from duties

and an investigation launched.

Sir, I don't think that's fair.
Fair?

There may be special circumstances.

No, we can't make exceptions,
you know that as well as I do.

But in this case, sir,
I suggest we do.

Let me go down to Hastings
and sort this out.

We must do this by the book.
Yes, sir.

Matt, I've brought you some...

Want me to do that?

It's been a while since I did.

No, thanks.

Actually, I'm not very hungry.

Sorry.

Don't be.

What are you going to do today?

I haven't really thought.

Well, erm..

Sitting around moping on your own
isn't going to do any good, is it?

I'll be all right.
I've got the wireless.

I can read.

Arm all right?
Not too bad.

Why don't you get somebody
over...that Douglas fellow?

He died.

Went down in the Channel.

Sorry.

Douglas, Rex...

I don't really
have many friends left.

Listen -
Don't worry about me, Dad.

I'm just feeling sorry for myself.

If you want the truth,
my arm hurts like...

Look, I don't have to go in.
I can take the day off.

We can do something.
You've not done that in 20 years.

There's always a first time.
No.

I'll be all right. I'll be fine.

Everything all right, sir?
Yes, thanks.

No, not really.

I'm just wondering if erm...

Are you doing anything this evening?

Are you asking me out, sir?
Steady on, Miss Stewart. No.

I'm thinking about erm...Andrew.

Is he all right?
No. Well, I don't know.

I'm a bit worried about him. He's
not himself because of this accident

and I thought...maybe erm...

it'll do him a bit of good
to get out a bit.

You mean...

with me?

Well, no, no, no, no.

A drive in the countryside?
Perfect.

Yes.

We shouldn't use up too much fuel.
No, of course not.

Not too far. Just a breath
of fresh air, change of scenery.

It'll be a pleasure, sir.
Thank you.

Thanks.

Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, sir.

James Collier.
I telephoned from London.

Thanks very much.
Thank you, sir.

This break-in in Hailsham.

It's not far from Brookfield Court.

Just the other side of the wood.

Coincidence?

Three men - one of them shot.

And a van.

Still no sign of Matthew.
I spoke to his mother this morning.

Both he and Daniel Parker
work at Brookfield Court, right?

Hmm.
Daniel Parker's got a room with...

Leonard Holmes,
who runs the village shop.

Right. And with everybody buying
under the counter these days...

If you want to distribute
stolen food...

Exactly.

Ladies, wait your turn.
I'll be with you in a moment.

YOU are in luck, Mrs Powell.

A nice bit of liver.

Last of the meat.

Want me to wrap it up for you?

You can't deliver, Mr Holmes?
No. Trouble with the van.

Excuse me.

Mrs Farley.
Is there no more meat?

Sorry,
you should've got here earlier.

I've been queuing for half an hour.
Excuse me.

It's not fair.

I've lived here all my life and then you come and
take for people who aren't even from round here.

I've not done any wrong. All my
guests are registered at this shop.

Guests? That's one word for 'em.

Come on now, ladies!
They're cowards, all of 'em.

They're hiding from the war.
And, you...you ought to be ashamed.

Making money out of 'em.

I might have a couple of sausages
out the back.

Give her the sausages
and us the food we want to eat.

Please, let me pass.
I want to go home.

Go back to your rotten funk hole.
Our men are fighting this war

and if they knew it was for people
like you they wouldn't bother.

Len.

What do you want?

Is he?

Course he is, you daft sod.
He's dead as mutton.

God!
Pull yourself together, Dan,

all right?

This wasn't our fault.
We didn't shoot him.

No. But we were there.
Nobody knows that.

There's nothing
to connect either of us with him.

OK, what do we do?
We've got to get him out of here.

We'll bury him in the wood.

What?

What else can we do? Do you want
to call out the local vicar?

What about his mother?

We've got no choice.

We'll put him in the wood.

You never said
anyone would get hurt, Len.

How was I to know?
Now, YOU pull yourself together!

Go and get a spade.

There's not much more
I can tell you, sir.

It's all in my report.

There were three of them.
I challenged them to stop.

They refused, so I opened fire.

Did you see any of them?
No. Not clearly.

But you're sure you hit one of them?

Yes, sir, I'm afraid so.
I feel bad about that.

No, not at all.

Just doing your duty.
Yes, sir, I know.

What makes you so sure you hit him?

He shouted out, sir.

What did he say?

I think he swore, sir.

"Damn!" or something.

Damn?

"Dan", perhaps? Someone's name?

I couldn't be sure, sir.

Parker?

What are you doing here?

You wanted the stove cleaning,
Mrs Powell.

That was three days ago.
Where have you been?

In and out.
Well, that's not true.

The police were looking for you.

And what did you tell them?

I told them I hadn't seen you.

But I was here on Wednesday evening.
No, you weren't.

I think your memory's
playing you false again, Mrs Powell,

cos I was definitely here.

You and me, we look out
for each other, don't we?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You know, since I've worked here,

I've got to know one or two things,
haven't I?

But I keep my mouth shut
and I get on with my job,

just like I was doing
on Wednesday evening.

Do you know what I mean?

Sam.
Hello.

Dad not with you?
No.

He's working late.
So what are you...

Well, he mentioned you were
on your own at home and I was erm...

I'm just on my way to have tea and
I was wondering if you'd join me.

For tea?
Yes. I've got the car.

Erm...that's very kind of you,
Sam, but I'm not hungry.

Oh.

You can sit and watch me eat
because I'm absolutely starving.

Come on, Andrew.

I'm likely to get a decent portion
if I'm seen with an airman.

Anyway, I hate eating on my own.

Don't you want a sandwich?

I'm not hungry.
I'm always hungry.

I hope rationing doesn't get worse.
I'm having to put treacle in my tea.

It tastes quite disgusting.

And it goes sort of black
so it looks disgusting too.

What's the food like in the RAF?

So-so.

It's frightful bad luck
coming down the way you did.

I don't know. I got a week's leave.

That's true.

Funny...

we've never really got a chance
to sit down together.

What happened to that girl
you were seeing?

We broke up.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear it.

So you're all on your own.

Are you sure you won't have one?

No.

These sandwiches would be better
if they put something inside them.

You must be having an awful time.

What makes you say that?

I've seen the dogfights
over the Channel.

And, of course,
I listen to the wireless.

I can't imagine
what it must be like.

You've no idea
how proud we are of you.

Is that why
you invited me out to tea?

No.

I didn't like the idea of you
moping in the house on your own.

Moping?

Yes.

That's the word my father used.

Is it?

Did he put you up to this?

No.

Not exactly.

He's worried about me
so he sends a girl to cheer me up.

I'm not a girl.

I am, but I'm not just a girl.

A police driver doing as she's told.

No.
I can't believe my father.

Treating me like a child.

What gives you the right to play
with me like I need cheering up?

That's not fair.

"You've no idea
how proud we are of you."

Well, you don't have to be proud
of us, Sam.

Because it's bloody.

And it's horrible.

We're only doing it for the same
reason as everyone else. We have to.

The simple fact is
I want to be left on my own.

If Dad thinks he can use you
like a nanny, he can forget it.

That's not how it is.
That's a horrid thing to say.

Let me pay for tea.

Forgive me if I don't join you
but, as I said, I'm not hungry.

I'll make my own way home.

Mrs Powell. I wonder if I might have
a word with you.

Yes, Mr Vaudrey.

Well, it's about the rations.

I don't like to complain but...

..lunch today... We are doing
what we can, Mr Vaudrey.

I'm beginning to wonder if some guests
aren't benefitting at the expense of others.

I can assure you that all the food
is scrupulously portioned.

Well, I have some experience
of administration

and I have to question that.

All I can say, Mr Vaudrey, is if you
don't like it here, you can leave.

Now, if you will excuse me.

Voila.

Well, chin-chin.

Cheers.

Have you thought any more
about my proposition?

I don't know.

Well, we don't want to leave it
too late.

Who's to say how much longer
the war will go on?

Could be years.

Could be weeks.

Take my word for it, Max...

there are weaving mills all over
the country going under.

We buy them cheap,
keep them ticking over...

end of the war we'll make a fortune.

I need to think a bit more.

Fine, think all you like.

But textiles are my business.
Your finance, my expertise.

Nothing could stop us.

You shouldn't be here.
I had to see you.

No.
I had to.

I can't just...

work out there, pretending -
This is wrong.

You want me to leave?
No.

Someone saw us together.

Who?

Daniel Parker.

He saw us
and he tried to threaten me.

I can deal with him.
How?

I don't know, I'll -
How did I get myself into this?

I've made things more difficult
for you, haven't I?

I should never have come here.

No, I can't bear to lose you.

I can't bear being so close to you
and having to pretend.

Wendy.

Who are you talking to?
Nobody.

I thought I heard someone.

No-one.
I'm just preparing dinner.

Come on, Charlie.
Ten minutes before supper.

Go on.

Charlie!

'The child had terrible burns.

The building that had been his home
was still burning behind him.

I held his hand. The doctor....'

Terrible burns...

..terrible injuries...

..dreadful injuries...

Charlie!

Charlie!

Where are you?

Charlie.

Charlie!

A body's been found
near Brookfield Court.

Farley?
A bullet in the back.

You should see Mrs Farley,
prepare her for the worst.

Mr Foyle.
Yeah.

I know you, don't I?
We have met.

Collier. Inspector...Scotland Yard?

Chief Inspector now.

Erm...Sergeant Milner.

How do you do?
How do you do, sir?

A bad moment, I'm afraid.
We're just about to leave.

I'm afraid not, Mr Foyle.

I'm suspending you from duty,
pending investigation

under Section 39A
of the Defence and Regulations Act.

It's "causing disaffection
or influencing public opinion".

What are you talking about?

Well, I...

Can we erm...

Can we not discuss this in private?

You can say
what you've got to say here.

You were in London two days ago.
Yes.

The offence took place at an air
raid shelter on Whitechapel Road.

Nowhere near the Whitechapel Road.

Sir, this is ridiculous.

Yeah, can't this wait?
No, Mr Foyle,

I'm afraid it can't.

This is rubbish.
You know it and I know it.

I was in London on police business.
I was not in any air-raid shelter.

Suggesting I'd do anything against
Defence regulations is ridiculous.

I want to believe you

but there are witness descriptions
and statements.

Can I see them?

If I'd had my way
we'd have done all this quietly.

A quick investigation, in and out,
clear you and be done with it.

But the Assistant Commissioner
insisted.

Rose, is it? Took over from Summers?

Yes. He's on secondment
to the Ministry of Home Security

and he wants this done by the book.
Yeah, I bet.

Confined to Hastings

and there's to be no communication
between you and this station

until the investigation's completed.

There's a dead man and about £500 worth of stolen food out there.
What do you suggest I do about that?

Well, I'm sure that your sergeant
is perfectly capable.

And I know it's a little unorthodox
but I persuaded Rose

to let me stand in
for the next few days.

So...what's his name...Milner
can report directly to me.

A few days?

As long as it takes.

They can't really arrest Mr Foyle,
can they?

They're suspending him from duty
while they investigate.

Spreading sedition in London? I've
never heard anything so ridiculous.

What exactly is sedition?

A single shot to the back.

I didn't know it was just a boy.

I warned him.

I said I was going to fire

but he didn't listen.

Has his mother identified him?
Yes, sir.

19 years of age.

What am I going to tell his father?

All over Europe,
young men laying down their lives.

This war.

Matthew gets himself
shot in the back

for stealing.

Daniel Parker put him up to this.

Matthew was a good boy.

You talk to Parker.

He's the one what ruined my boy.

Dan?

He's not here. He's at work.

Not in any trouble, is he?

Can you tell me anything about
a friend of his, Matthew Farley?

Matthew?
Yes, I met him a couple of times.

Dan's got a room here and Matthew
used to come round now and then.

A quiet lad. Never said very much.

I'm interested in why you're
talking about him in the past tense.

Because it's been a couple of weeks
since I last saw him.

That's the past, isn't it?

Why? Are you saying
something's happened to him?

He's been shot.
That's bad luck.

You must do deliveries.
Is that your bike outside?

Yes. Yes, it is.
You don't have a van?

I do have a van.

What I don't have is petrol.

Dan Parker's at work, you say?

Brookfield Court.
He left about an hour ago.

Thank you.

Daniel Parker?

That's me.

Sergeant Milner, Hastings Police.

I was here a couple of days ago.
I wanted to speak to you.

Here I am. You can speak to me now.

You know Matthew Farley?

Uh-huh. I haven't seen him
in a while though, how is he?

He's dead.

Is he?

You don't seem very upset.

A lot of people are dying
these days, you get used to it.

Why haven't you been called up?

Flat feet. How about you?

When was the last time
you saw Matthew?

A couple of weeks ago.

That's not what his mother says.

Then you should speak to his mother.

I'm talking to you, Parker.

We'll find out
where you hid the food you stole

and who you were with.

You'll end up in jail
doing hard labour.

It was a Ministry of Food warehouse
you broke into

so we might even be able
to get you hanged.

Think about it.

Dad, what are you doing home?

Yeah, well...

Some imbecile's
got the wrong end of the stick.

I've been suspended from duty.

What are you meant to have done?
Seditious behaviour

in an air-raid shelter,
would you believe? Total rubbish.

A couple of officers made a cockup.

Are you under house arrest?

Not exactly.
I saw a constable lurking outside.

He's still there, is he?
Yeah.

So, looks like
we'll be stuck here together.

Yeah, sorry.
It's all right. Glad you're here.

Oh, really? I heard about
your meeting with Sam.

Yes...well,
if you don't mind my saying, Dad,

it was presumptuous of you
to set that up.

Presumptuous!

I asked her to get you out of the house for a change.
She drives, I don't. Tea was her idea.

I don't need anyone's pity.

That's clear. I thought it was very
nice of her and now she's upset.

I know what you've been through
and how you're feeling

but it's no excuse for being boorish
and totally bloody rude, frankly.

What?

I didn't mean to upset her.

Was she really...

Yes, she really was.

Well, I'm sorry.
Maybe I wasn't thinking straight.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

It's a very thorough report,
Sergeant Milner.

Thank you, sir.

I think we should arrest
Holmes and Parker.

I'm not sure
you've got enough evidence.

The bullet that killed Farley
was from a gun the Home Guard carry.

We believe he shouted out, "Dan!"
when he was shot.

Dan, as in Dan Parker?

Yes.
It could have been, "Damn!"

It could have been an oath.

Sorry, Sergeant,

it's very intuitive.

I don't think it's enough.

Right, it's late.
I'm going back to my hotel...

Care for a drink?

Yes.

It's so quiet down here.

Very different.

To London?

Well, the Germans come
night after night

and there are whole areas...
..you wouldn't believe the damage.

They targeted the docks, but they've also hit
the Zoo, Tower of London, Madame Tussauds...

and we had bits of waxwork
all over Baker Street.

The BBC a couple of times.

Last week it was
the Natural History Museum.

You never know
what's going to be next.

But I'll tell you
the interesting thing,

doesn't matter
what they throw at us,

people are still up for work
the next morning.

Climbing over the rubble if need be.

Do you have family in London, sir?

No.

You were in the army?

Yes. Norway.

You know, I sometimes think

the worst thing about this war is
that it's never going to be over.

Even when the fighting stops,
people won't be the same.

How can we go through all this
killing and destruction

and not come out of it different?

How can we pretend
we haven't changed?

This is very kind of you, sir.
No, I appreciate your joining me.

I'm well aware this situation
can't be easy for you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You don't believe
Mr Foyle is guilty, do you, sir?

I don't want to believe it,
of course not.

He wouldn't say anything
out of line.

Your loyalty does you credit

but you can't know
because you weren't there.

I know him.

War does different things
to different people.

Now...tell me
about Brookfield Court.

Sir?

The body was found
more or less in the grounds,

it's near the depot where the food was stolen, Dan
Parker works there and you inquired after a guest.

A London county councillor,
Frank Vaudrey.

Yes, one of the other guests
was suspicious about him.

Well, that...

It seems to me, Brookfield Court should be
right at the heart of your investigation.

Why don't we pay it a visit
tomorrow? Take a look around.

Yes, sir.
Good.

Vaudrey!

Have you been in my room?
What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a gold
cigarette case I left on my dresser

and it's not there now.
Blake, darling!

You were the last to breakfast.
You should be careful what you say.

Cufflinks, money
and now the cigarette case, mm?

This only started after you arrived.

Mr Hardiman,
I know what sort of man you are

and what business
you and Mr Joseph are in.

And I know about
your little game too.

What do you mean?
I suppose you called the police.

What?

Maybe I should talk to them first.

Maybe I will.

When did you decide to turn your
home into a guesthouse, Mrs Powell?

About two months ago.
Just after Dunkirk, Mr Collier.

I read that other country homes
had been put to such use.

Funk holes.
It was a financial necessity.

It's not something we'd have chosen.

Was it just
you and your husband here?

We have a son.
In the Forces?

In North Africa.

He wasn't conscripted, he joined up.
We're very proud of him.

I understand
you have six guests here at present.

A Mr and Mrs Joseph,
Mr and Mrs Hardiman,

Miss Reece and Mr Vaudrey.

Vaudrey's the most recent?
He's been here a couple of weeks.

Who buys the food for the house?
I do.

You go into the village, presumably.

There's a grocer's shop
run by a man called Leonard Holmes.

Is that right, Mrs Powell?

Yes. I have all the guests'
ration cards. We pool the supplies.

Do you ever buy under the counter?
Certainly not!

That's an outrageous suggestion,
Mr Collier.

Unlawful trading's rife in London.

I don't see why
it should be any different here.

I've never been offered or bought
anything under the counter,

as you put it, Chief Inspector.

But you are more than welcome

to search the house if you wish.

Thank you, Mrs Powell.
It's exactly what I intend to do.

You have no right to do this.

Right, I want to speak
to your superior officer.

It's horse meat
for Mrs Hardiman's dog.

It's sprayed green to show
it's not fit for human consumption.

Where's the writer woman,
Miss Reece?

She may be in the summerhouse,
it's where she works.

You are...?

Vaudrey.

Frank Vaudrey. Look,
why are you searching the house?

We're looking for misappropriated
food, Mr Vaudrey.

Do you know anything about that?
Certainly not.

I believe that
you're the most recent arrival here.

From London.

Yes.
London address?

13 Goddard Road. The City.

Do you have your ration books?

No, I gave them to Mrs Powell.
How long do you plan to stay here?

I haven't decided.
That's very good.

Thank you.

Sir!

Can you explain how these came
to be concealed in your bedroom?

They weren't concealed.
They were just in the cupboard.

They're Charlie's.

Your dog?
Yes.

I'm sorry.

You're feeding ham - tinned ham...

to your dog?

Where did you get it?

We brought it down from London.
You're lying.

I think
you bought it from Leonard Holmes.

How dare you!

I'm doing my job
and you're obstructing me.

Maybe I should arrest you.

Maybe I will.

Did you find anything else?
No, sir.

Well, look again.
Sir.

Has he found anything yet?

I don't think so.

Not how Mr Foyle would have done it.
Sam!

Anything upstairs, sir?
No.

Nothing.

Bad luck, sir.

It seems the whole thing's
been a bit of a disaster.

Is that what you think, Miss...
Stewart.

Stewart, that's it. Yes.

That's what you think. Well...

you are probably right.

Why are you wearing that uniform?

This one, sir?

You've got it.

Well, I'm part of the MTC.

Mechanised Transport Corps.
Oh, so you're not a police driver.

No, not exactly.
I was transferred to drive Mr Foyle.

It's highly irregular, isn't it?

Well, it is the war, sir.

So...where were you before then?

I was posted in Hastings.

Had a frightful area officer.

Name of Bradley.
Hmm.

Quite honestly,
I was pleased to get out.

I'm afraid
I'm going to send you back again.

What?
It's nothing personal, Miss Stewart,

but you see, I don't need a driver.

Certainly not one
from outside the police force.

I'm relieving you of your duties
as of now.

You can drive us
back to the station, of course...

and then I'll arrange
for your return to the MTC.

That's all.

I can't say I was expecting
to see you again, Stewart!

I wasn't expecting to be back,
ma'am.

I didn't give you permission
to speak.

You always were a loose cannon,
Stewart.

I can't say I was sorry
when you were transferred.

In fact, you were the most
insubordinate woman under my command

and I can't imagine that your brief sojourn
with the police will have made much difference.

So, they've decided
they can get along without you.

I'm sure this is temporary, ma'am.

The officer I was in charge
of driving has...

I'm your commanding officer now.

This time I'll be the one who
decides who stays and who leaves.

I hope, at least, you haven't
forgotten your basic training.

I'm sure I haven't forgotten
all of it, ma'am.

Mr Foyle.
Mr Collier.

Mind if I come in?
I do, rather.

Then...perhaps
you'd like to come out.

Because...?

I thought we should talk.

I'm trying to be pleasant, Mr Foyle.

The doorman remembers you leaving at
seven, an hour before the air raid.

The doorman's wrong.

He clearly identified you.

He's either mistaken
or he's making a false statement.

You're suggesting
somebody's got it in for you?

It crossed my mind.
Rose?

I wouldn't describe Rose and myself
as close, exactly.

He's a friend of Summers
and Summers was sacked because of me.

It wasn't Rose who came to me.

I went to Rose. I started all this.
Thanks very much

What was I supposed to do?
I had the witness statements.

A man of your description
talking about the end of the war,

German victory, all the rest of it.
You know it wasn't me.

I don't know it,

but I want to believe it.

Give me time. I'm doing what I can.

Let me look at the case notes.
You know I can't do that.

I seem to remember you have a son.

RAF.
Yes.

Susannah and I never had children.

She was always sorry about it.

I'm glad. Too many children
being killed in this war.

He's erm...he's a bomber pilot,
isn't he?

Spitfire.

I sometimes wonder how they can do
it, these German pilots.

They're so young.

And they come here,
they fly over London,

they press a button, kill so many
people indiscriminately.

What kind of a world
are we coming to?

Are you trying to tell me something?

If it WAS you in that shelter,

if you did speak out against it,
I understand. I'm with you.

Well, thank you, but I didn't.

Ugh!

Urgh!

Sam.

Oh, hello.

I looked for you at the station.

Sergeant Milner said you were here.
Yes.

A sort of sideways promotion.

What do you want?

I want to apologise.

I behaved badly last time we met.

That's all right.
No, it isn't.

You were very kind to me and...

I behaved like an absolute pig.

A pig

or a prig?

Well...both.

How did you end up in this dump?

It's a long story.

I don't suppose I could make it up
to you, could I? A flick tonight?

They're showing Gone With The Wind.

You've probably already seen it.
Actually, I never did.

What time do you finish here?

I've no idea. Presumably
when here finishes with me.

Well, how about
the six o'clock showing?

All right.

Thanks, Sam.

What is it you're not telling me?

What?

You think just because I can't see I
don't know when you're lying to me.

Malcolm, I don't know
what you're talking about.

The other day when I came into the kitchen
you said no-one was there but there was.

I could sense it.

I don't know. I don't remember.

Parker, maybe.

Not Parker!

Parker smells like a rat.

Someone else.

I sit here

and I wait for you

and sometimes I think

if you ever left me,
if you ever went away,

that's all I would ever do.

Sit...and wait.

I'd never do anything to hurt you.

Then why don't you tell me?

Hailsham 2378.

Good morning.

Will you hold on a moment, please?

Mr Vaudrey,
there's a telephone call for you.

For me?
Yes.

Who is it?
They didn't say.

This is Frank Vaudrey speaking.

"I was on duty
when the bombs fell."

I felt the whole street
rise and fall

with the shrapnel
dancing off the cobbles.

'Come on, Amanda, ' Eliza said and
without another thought we were off,

"stirring the ambulance
through the swirling smoke."

You claim to be an ambulance driver
in London

but you're not even anywhere near.

I don't claim to be anything,
Sergeant Milner,

You're missing the point.

I'm only reading what you wrote in
the summerhouse at Brookfield Court.

And you smell
the whiff of hypocrisy.

Please, spare me your blushes. I'm
giving my readers what they want...

heroism and self-sacrifice
during the worst of the Blitz.

It doesn't mean
I have to experience it,

any more than Victor Hugo had to climb
up and ring the bells of Notre Dame

or Agatha Christie
has to go out and commit murder.

How long have you been there?
Two miserable months

and I'm beginning to think
I prefer the Blitz.

We're investigating
the discovery of a body.

Yes.

Oh, I'd love to write about it
but I can't,

because officially I'm not here.
I'm in London.

There is a certain irony in that,
I suppose.

Hoisted by my own petard.

And what could you tell me
about Brookfield Court?

What could you want to know?

Well,

we believe the death may be
connected to the theft of food.

Ah!

Misappropriated food.

If I were you
I'd start with Mrs Powell...

a decidedly untrustworthy person.

What makes you say that?

Well,

what do you call a woman

with an invalided husband -
a blind husband...

who is conducting an affair
with a man half her age

under his very nose?

Charlie.

Daniel, have you seen
Mrs Hardiman's dog?

He's not in here, Mrs Powell.

Obviously not.

He slipped out this morning
and she's in a terrible state.

I've been in here.
I haven't seen him.

Charlie!

You haven't seen him, Mrs Powell?

No. Have you tried the summerhouse?

No. He wouldn't go down there
on his own.

I'll have a look.

Come on, Charlie!

The wife.

Do you know, she worries more about
that hound than she does about me.

Seriously.

I've been meaning to ask you,
actually...

Mr Vaudrey.

Mr Vaudrey!

What's happened?

Woolton.

What?

W-W-Woolton...
should've...stopped them.

Mr Vaudrey.

Would you wait a moment, please?

Sir.

Just put him down for a moment,
will you?

What do you think happened here,
Milner?

I say he was poisoned, sir.

Was poisoned or took poison -
let's not jump to any conclusions.

Cyanide, perhaps.

Smell of almonds
and discoloration of the lips.

It looks as if someone's hit him.

It is possible.
Thank you, gentlemen.

Yes, sir.

Or he's sitting there,
he takes pills or something

and then he pitches forward
and hits his head on the ground.

It's unusual to find a suicide
without a note.

We haven't looked yet, have we?

I thought he must be ill.

He seemed to have fallen.
Quite.

I'm sure this must be very
distressing for you, Mrs Powell,

but we do need to know...

if he was able to say anything.

He did speak, yes.

And...?
"Woolton...

should've stopped them."

That's all he said.

Woolton?

Lord Woolton?

Yes.

That's er...

Well, that would make sense.

A theft of food in the area,
the house is being searched.

Vaudrey must have been involved
in some way.

But why mention Lord Woolton?
He's Food Minister.

Yes, I know that, sir, but -
He'd only been here two weeks.

He never spoke to anyone.

He sat in the hall
building his damn card houses.

I didn't think
he was involved in anything.

He certainly was very solitary.

There was one thing.

He took a telephone call.

When was that?
This morning.

I was very surprised.
Nobody had called him before.

Who took the call?
I did.

It was a man's voice.
I can't tell you anything else.

He asked for Vaudrey,
I gave him the receiver.

I don't know what they said.

Miss Reece uses the summerhouse,
how often is she there?

Most days.
Sometimes most of the day.

Did Vaudrey ever go there?
I don't think so.

What are you getting at, Milner?

Well, sir,

if he committed suicide,

why did he choose the summerhouse?

We suspect that
Mr Vaudrey may have taken cyanide.

Cyanide?

Does that mean something to you?

I think
you better speak to Mr Hardiman.

It's gone.

The pill was...
It was a suicide pill.

We heard this rumour that erm...

Well, Harold Nicholson at the MOI
and his wife have them

in case of German invasion.
So I had one too.

And it was in a box, was it, or...?
Oh, absolutely.

Danger. Poison.
Skull and crossbones.

I don't see how anyone
could have taken it accidentally.

It may not have been taken
accidentally.

It might have been stolen.

Who knew about the pill, sir?

Nobody. I didn't tell anybody.

Well, Mrs Powell.

Yes, I...

I might have mentioned it
to Mrs Powell.

We've had lots of thefts.
Blake lost...

My cuff links -
..a cigarette case and money.

While you've been staying here?
It happened when Vaudrey arrived.

We had quite a set-to about it,
didn't we?

I mean, that's why I spoke to you.

Mrs Hardiman,

do you realise we may now
be investigating a murder?

Is there anything else you'd like to tell us
about the tins we found, here in your room?

Yes. I'm very sorry, Sergeant
Milner, I'm afraid I lied to you.

But nobody cares about the animals
in this war.

Thousands of dogs
have been put down since it began.

There are mass graves...

80,000 dead animals
buried in secret

and thousands more
have been left to starve.

They've made it illegal now
to give milk to dogs

and tinned food is even harder
to find than real meat.

Who did you buy your dog food from,
Mrs Hardiman?

He left them near the summerhouse - that's
why with Mr Vaudrey I have to tell you.

Who?

Leonard Holmes.

Mrs Hardiman has admitted
that you've been providing her

with a wide range
of illegal food supplies.

A few tins of ham?
I was helping her!

At three times the price?

She came to me.

You make me sick.

Physically sick.

Have you any idea
what's happening out there?

People are hurt, people are dying.

People are losing everything
that matters to them.

And a rat, like you...

All you can think about is profit.
It was just for a dog.

It doesn't make any difference!

Where did you get it?

And where's the rest of it?

This is your last chance, Parker!

You were involved in the break-in
at Hailsham.

Says who?

Vaudrey knew about you and Holmes
and now he's dead.

That's nothing to do with it.
Really?

We don't know that.

Did you kill him?

No!

Two people are dead.
Frank Vaudrey and Matthew Farley.

If that isn't enough,
we found these in your room.

Now, I think
it's about time you talked.

I did enjoy it.
You cried through the second half.

I know.

My make-up must look dreadful.

You look fine.

Did you bring the car?

Oh...I'm sorry.

I wonder why Mr Collier
would do that to me.

Just because he didn't need me

and just because I criticised him.

Mrs Bradley's a dragon
of the worst sort.

Your father better come and rescue
me soon, that's all I can say.

I'll walk you home.

Poor Dad.
He hates being stuck at home.

What about you, how's the arm?

It feels better already.

It'll be a few days
before I can fly again, though.

It's a good thing, isn't it?
Yes, I suppose.

Aren't you frightened?

Sometimes.

Maybe my luck's running out.

I've had two close shaves now.

Last time I really thought
it was all over.

It must have been horrible.

I think about things
I'll miss out on.

Getting married, having children,
Dad's cooking.

Your father worries about you.

He'd never say as much
but I can tell.

It was bad enough for him
losing Mum.

How old were you when she died?

Eight.

He never talks about her.
I think they were very happy.

He misses her.

So do I.

It's a bloody awful world,
isn't it, Sam?

Hitler, the Nazis.

Sometimes I wonder
if this will ever end.

You shouldn't talk like this,
it'll spoil the evening.

You're right.
What did Scarlett O'Hara say?

"Tomorrow's another day."

You'll get through it all right.

I know you will.
I hope so.

Anyway,
I've really enjoyed this evening.

Me too.

Thanks for inviting me.
Thanks for coming.

Sam...

Yes.

Would you mind if I kissed you?

No.

Milner!

I hope you don't mind me calling,
sir.

Of course not. Have you been seen?
Yes, I think so.

You're in big trouble
with Collier then. Come in.

Good to see you.

Thank you, sir.

How are you?
Well, how do you think?

Sit down.

No, I won't stay, thank you, sir.

I wanted you to know that I got a
full confession out of Daniel Parker

and we recovered the food supplies.
Good.

Leonard Holmes was selling them
to a network of customers.

Anyone willing to pay over the odds.

The only customer he had at
Brookfield Court was Mrs Hardiman.

Not Vaudrey?
No, sir. He wasn't buying food.

But he might have known something
about it.

One thing puzzles me.
His last words were,

"Woolton...should've stopped them."

Lord Woolton, Minister of Food.

Yes.
Odd. Local crime,

nothing to do with politics
as far as we can see.

Sure it wasn't suicide?

Well, he definitely took poison

but there are three inconsistencies.

Did he leave a note?

Four inconsistencies.

We don't know how he found out
about Hardiman's pills.

Apart from Mrs Powell,
nobody else knew.

The medical officer can't be sure that the
bruising to the face happened when he fell.

But most importantly,
if Vaudrey committed suicide

or even if he was murdered,

why the summerhouse?

Everybody knew
Amanda Reece worked there.

Where was Vaudrey
before he came here?

He lived at Goddard Road,
near St Paul's in London.

Right.

One last thing, sir.

I thought you might like these.

I happened upon Collier's case notes
about you.

I copied as much as I could.

Do you know, there are going to be
two of us suspended at this rate?

I'll be happy to join you, sir.

Thank you.

I'll let myself out.

If the writer wasn't writing away
in the summerhouse, where was she?

She was with me, sir, at the
station. I was interviewing her.

Rules her out, then.

There you are. My cheque.

Thank you, Miss Reece.

I'm sorry
you've decided to leave us.

I'm afraid I'm not, Mrs Powell.

I can't work here
with all this disruption.

A hotel in Shropshire
has a room available.

I'm sure it will be quieter there.

I hope so.

You know...

if I may say so,

there is an atmosphere
in this house.

I noticed it the moment I came here.
You may be right, Miss Reece,

but it's not the house.

It's the people in it.

Still there?
Mm-hmm.

How are we going to do this?

Why do you have to go to London,
anyway?

I'll tell you later.

Um...

Use my room. Out the window, down
the tree and into the next garden.

I beg your pardon?
How do you think I bunked off

instead of doing homework?
But you were how old?

Aren't you up to it?

I see.

Your room.

You went to see DCS Foyle.
Yes, sir.

Even though I forbade him to have
any contact with this station

or vice versa.

I'm sorry, sir.
Are you?

I have to say, Milner, I'm
disappointed by your lack of faith.

I assume you kept him informed
of progress at Brookfield Court.

Yes, sir.
And you must realise

I have the authority
to strip you of your rank

and recommend
your immediate transfer.

No, you've er...

You've really disappointed me.

Now, I admire loyalty

but for the moment
I'm your commanding officer

and I might have expected a little
of that loyalty to rub off on me.

Do you think
I've treated Mr Foyle unfairly?

I don't think he should have been
suspended from duty.

It wasn't my decision.

That was the Assistant Commissioner

and if I reported you, you'd be
out of here by the end of the week.

As it is,

I'm the one who's leaving.

Are the charges against Mr Foyle
being dropped?

No. The investigation's
going to continue in London.

What about the murder
at Brookfield Court?

There was no murder.
Vaudrey took his own life.

I think I can leave it to you
to find out why.

'Madness.'

'It's madness.'

'He's talking sedition.'

Excuse me, Mrs Simms?
That's me.

Can I have a word?
I don't know you, do I?

No, I'm a police officer.
Oh.

Dolly? Can you take over for me?
Right you are.

You're not local, are you?
No, I'm not.

I can tell.

I understand erm...
you were in erm...

erm...a shelter.
Oh, not that again.

Look, I've already told your lot
everything I know.

I thought
that would be the end of it.

He didn't mean anything by it,
poor old sod.

After what he'd been through, it's
not surprising. Leave him alone.

So you knew him?
We all know each other round here.

And his name is...erm...
Fowler.

Colin Fowler.

Fowler.

Not...Foyle?

No.

You're not going to bother him
any more, are you?

What did you mean?
What had he been through?

In the school.

Over in West Ham.

It's the authorities,
they don't know what they're doing.

They didn't know what to expect.

They tell me nearly half the houses in
Stepney have been damaged or destroyed.

What are they going to do
with all those people?

Public Assistance Committees -
they're useless!

There aren't enough
feeding stations, it's all a mess.

What about the school?

We were put in there -
me, my wife, my two boys.

There was hundreds of us in there.
Too many.

They said it would only be for
a while, till the coaches arrived.

Three nights we were there.

No blankets, nowhere to wash,
nowhere to sit down.

Do you know what they had
for toilets?

Buckets and coal scuttles and
there weren't even enough of them.

They kept us penned in there
like animals.

Coaches never did turn up
but Jerry did.

On the third night we were bombed.

And the next day, the...

Bodies everywhere.

I've never seen so many bodies.

I never found my wife...

..but I found my two sons.

They were lying together,
holding hands.

It turns out we'd been forgotten.

Somebody mislaid the paperwork,
I don't know.

And now I'm on my own.

Not going to lock me up, then?

No. I don't think you'll be
troubled any more, Mr Fowler.

It doesn't make any difference
to me. Not any more.

There's Bevin up again.
Bloody useless!

They all are.

I'd no idea
you were coming here, Foyle.

I don't like having you
barge into my office unannounced.

If I'd told you,
you wouldn't have seen me.

You're still under investigation.

Well, it's not me
you should be investigating.

Someone's decided erm...to
mistake me for a Colin Fowler,

the person you should be looking
into, because they've decided

our names are similar
and he's a policeman.

Colin Fowler?

All we have in common
is our initials.

He spent a year in the Police
Auxiliary Messenger Service.

He's a joiner by trade.

And he's no more guilty than I am.

Have you seen the man?
Yes. Which idiot suspended me?

Actually, the decision was mine.

Well, what a surprise
And Collier?

Out of respect for you he handled
it personally. What is all this?

You're not the only fish in the sea.
There are other things on my desk.

There's a murder inquiry on mine. I
want to know why I was taken off it.

Murder?

Collier said he committed suicide.

Collier's wrong.

You're here to complain about him?
No.

I'm here for information
regarding a West Ham school

that was bombed two months ago.

Mrs Powell,
when I interviewed Miss Reece,

she made allegations about you.

Yes.

She said you were involved
with your gardener.

She said I was having an affair?

Those were the words she used, yes.

That's a lie.

I don't believe it.
I don't believe it either

but I do believe your wife
may have been deceiving you.

Is there anything you'd like to say?

No.

I've nothing to say.

Peter?

Is that you?

Yes, Dad.

I'm sorry.

Why?
How did you find out?

Well, he knows nothing about
gardening, for a start.

You said he was serving overseas,

yet there isn't a single photograph
of him anywhere.

Plenty of you and your husband.
I hid them in case someone saw him

and recognised him.

Wendy...you...

..knew about this?

I couldn't tell you,
I knew you'd send him back.

No, it wasn't Mum's fault.

I'm sorry.

I deserted.

I left my unit before we were
due to embark for overseas.

The first she knew
was when I arrived here.

You deserted?
I'd had enough.

I couldn't take it any more.
You don't understand.

Of course I understand.

You didn't want to end up like me.

What are you going to do?

Going absent without leave and
deserting are treated differently.

If your son returns to his unit
and gives himself up voluntarily,

he'll be treated more leniently.
He'll be there. I promise you.

Peter.

Sorry.

You won't get into any trouble, will
you - bunking off and meeting me?

I couldn't be in any more trouble
than I already am.

Mrs Bradley's got me fixing her car.

An old beast of a thing.

Mrs Bradley or the car?

I don't know for how much longer
I can stick it.

Maybe I should pack it all in
and move back home to Dad.

Don't do that.

I'm sure my father
will work things out.

You know he was in London?

He sneaked out.

Climbed a tree.

I don't think
I've ever seen anything so bizarre.

Dad in his best suit and hat, swinging
down into next door's garden.

Did he find anything out?
He didn't say.

He never does.

God, I love it here.

How could I ever leave here,
with the English sky so blue?

Could I turn from the trees
as they bend in the breeze,

or forsake the evening dew?

That's nice.

I just made it up.

A poet.

Killing time in the dispersal hut.

You're going back, aren't you?

It seems
they can't manage without me.

You can't fly.

The arm's healing.
Maybe I should break the other one.

Just keep your spanner away from me,
all right!

I'm going to worry
about you now...the whole time!

You said I would come through
all right. You were sure of it.

That was before.

I didn't think you liked me.

I can see it now...

I'll be the one sitting at home, listening to
the wireless, writing you letters every day.

I'll probably go grey.
Sam, we're not going to be far away.

I hate this stupid war.

I wish Hitler would just...

drown!

There is something I wanted to say.

About your father.

Well, you know how he is.

He likes to keep everything
in separate boxes.

I'm sure he'd pack me off to
Lyminster the moment he found out.

You will take care of yourself,
won't you?

Promise me.

I promise.

Morning, Milner.

Sir, good morning.

Where's Sam?

Transferred, sir.

Collier sent her back to the MTC.

Right. Telephone Andrew, would you,
get him over here.

Yes, sir.

Morning.

Morning, Mr Foyle.

I imagine you'd like your desk back.

Well, there's er...no rush.

The Assistant Commissioner
telephoned me this morning.

I just want to say I'm delighted the
allegations proved to be groundless

and I'm going to be reviewing this
whole business when I get back.

That's kind of you. Thank you.

I was just finishing my case notes
on Frank Vaudrey.

And er...what's the conclusion?

He was implicated in the illegal
distribution of food supplies...

Quite why he killed himself
is still a matter of conjecture.

I mean...I've made some suggestions
which...

I'm sure you'll follow up.

But er...we may never know.

Sure it was suicide?

Oh, I think so, yes.

I'm not.

Well, I'm aware that Sergeant
Milner's been keeping you informed

but er...even so,

I'd be surprised you could come to any conclusion
without even visiting Brookfield Court.

I came to whatever conclusions
were necessary in London.

London?

Where all this sort of...erm began

with the request that Milner
put in to Scotland Yard

for information about Vaudrey
because a hotel guest

was suspicious about him pilfering,
which turned out to be Daniel Parker

though Milner didn't know that
at the time.

His request went up to Scotland Yard where,
I think, it was you who came across it.

That's right. I did.

Vaudrey not being the most common
of names, you, not unreasonably,

concluded it was the same Frank
Vaudrey you were looking for.

And why would I be looking for him?

Because he was the London councillor

who left 200 homeless people
sheltering in a school

with inadequate provisions.

He failed to get them to safety
and as a result,

more than 100 of them died
in an air raid,

which er...destroyed the building.

Among the dead were two
voluntary workers from the WVS...

Rosemary and Susan Collier.

Who were your...

Mother and sister.

So, you knew where he was.

You knew exactly
what you wanted to do to him.

Colin Fowler you knew was another
of the victims of the bombing.

He lost his wife and two sons.

You erm...

very effectively used
the tenuous similarity of our names

and a suggestion
that he'd been in the police

to accuse me of sedition.

And in the huge distraction
that you created,

you took my place,
you walked into Brookfield Court.

You found the suicide pill as you
searched the Hardimans' bathroom.

You arranged for Milner to interview Amanda Reece at
the station to be sure no-one was in the summerhouse.

I don't really need to go on, do I?

Not really.

I came down here to kill Vaudrey.

It's exactly what I did.

It wasn't my fault!

You don't understand.

It was all so muddled.

All the paperwork, the regional
committee, the wardens, the ARP...

It was your responsibility.

I didn't mean to leave them there.

It was the pressure of work.

You let them die.

And then you just left.

You dumped your work
and you slithered away

and you came down here to hide.

I'm not well.

My nerves are shot to pieces.

I don't sleep.

You don't know how I feel.
How you feel?

My mother and sister
were in that school. They're dead.

And you want me
to worry about how you feel?

Look...

I said I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

What more do you want me to do?

Yes.

Yes.

That's what we're here for,
isn't it?

I'll tell you what I want you to do.

It's a cyanide pill.

What?

I want you to kill yourself.

Swallow the pill

or I'll shoot you.

No. You wouldn't.

Now,

I'm offering you a choice,
Mr Vaudrey.

You can take the pill
and go quietly...

..or I'll shoot you in the legs
and the arms and the stomach

and you'll lie here and writhe
in pain you cannot imagine.

Believe me, I'm a police officer,
I've seen it.

I'll sit here
and watch you die in agony

or you can go to sleep.

Which is it to be?

He took the poison, of course.

But er...it didn't kill him
as quickly as I'd hoped.

It was amazing he was alive
when they found him.

Mr Vaudrey.

What's happened?
W-Woolton...

should've...stopped them.

Woolton.

Do you know what he meant?

Fowler called a barrage balloon in
London Bevin - Minister of Labour.

It seems London has named
barrage balloons after politicians.

It may be of some comfort to you
that he died expressing remorse.

Woolton was the name of
the barrage balloon near the school.

It should've prevented the bombing,
forcing the Germans to fly higher.

It didn't.

My mother, my sister...

All the others.

Yeah, I'm sorry. Terrible tragedy.

But no justification for the
course of action you've taken.

I have no regrets at all, Mr Foyle.

I lost my entire family.

So stupidly. So unnecessarily.

And all because one man
forgot to sign a piece of paper.

That's what I've said
from the start.

War does different things
to different people.

Look what it's done to me.

Ready yet, Stewart?

It'll be a few minutes yet, ma'am.

I need it now.

Sam!

Good morning, sir.

What are you doing here?
Gross dereliction of duty.

It wasn't my idea, sir.
I know.

You don't want to be here.
Certainly not.

I've got a car outside that needs
a driver. You're being transferred.

Stewart!

Where the devil is she going?

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